Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2013 12:46:00 -0400
From: Jim Shorts <jimshorts1985@gmail.com>
Subject: Burger Joint

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Burger Joint


When I was 15 my parents rules required that I have a summer job.  Although
it was a pretty long bike ride, I found out that the town burger joint I
ate at with my family was hiring.  Typical 15 year old starter job.  I was
going to work the register, flip burgers and learn my way up the burger
chain of command lol.

While my friends were out having fun at the lake and just being teenagers
in general, I was wafting in the smell of grease and onions.  Not very
glamorous.  Of course most of my friends would come in to give me a hard
time and hassle and beg for free stuff (didn't happen.  The owner watched
us like a hawk).  This is how I was destined to spend my summer.  Watching
my friends come and go as they pleased, while I "learned responsibility."
Wasn't my ideal teen summer, but it wasn't a choice either.

Here's the thing.  I really didn't need the job.  I grew up in a pretty
privileged way.  Upper middle class suburb, most of my friends lived in
mansions.  Truly mega houses before that became the norm.  Most of them
even had "help."  House keepers, nannies, lawn service, a few even had
family drivers to get their fathers to work downtown or kids to school or
activities everyday.  My family didn't, but you get the idea; It wasn't a
tough place to grow up.  My folks made plenty of money.  No; the whole job
thing was a "life lesson" once I hit 15, I had to learn responsibility.
Same as mowing the lawn.  Nothing teaches responsibility to a twelve year
old like mowing a few acres of grass every weekend or so my parent
believed.

So at this point in my life responsibility smelled like grease and onions.
In all honesty the job sucked.  Really I probably only worked about 20
hours a week, the rest of the time I was at the pool, out with friends or
at home with no parental supervision.  I worked all shifts, so some days I
had to be there at 10 in the morning.  Some nights I didn't leave until 10
pm.  They just plugged me into the schedule as they needed.  But I was 15
and my friends were all free for the summer!

About two weeks into my rise up the burger ladder of success, a new face
appeared; Ron.  He was cute.  About a year earlier was when I first "did
something" with another guy.  A kid a couple of years older than me on the
school swim team.  I got to see him and others naked.  Lots.  He initiated
me into the swim team at a shaving party.  We were paired up together and
lets just say that things rose to the occasion and he knew how to use the
shaving cream to my advantage.  I think a lot of that happened at the
shaving parties.  At least for me they did lol.

So back to the second week of my burger life.  This new guy, Ron had
started at the burger place.  Ron's story was a little different.  His
folks were divorced.  He lived with his dad somewhat near my parent's house
in a two bedroom apartment.  It was a pretty competitive "bubbled" world
the town we lived in and everybody knew everybody else's background /
business, family situation etc.  Where you lived said a lot about your
social standing in our small isolated society.  But Ron was happy and
blissfully ignorant of the small town arrogance we lived in.  He moved
there with his dad to start a new life from across the country.  His dad
worked a lot.  I don't think that the burger place was a life lesson for
Ron.

Ron and I were both 15 and would be going to school together in the same
grade in the fall.  While I had my own circle of friends, mainly my best
friend Jeff and a few other friends we ran with, I really liked Ron.  I
found that he was really really funny and smart.  Dry sense of humor.  The
kind that you had to listen to every word to know if it was a joke or not.
To me he was hot.  Curly reddish-blond hair (I have an affinity for any hue
of blond hair) probably about 5 feet eleven.  Could have lost a couple of
pounds, but had an amazing ass.  And while the extra weight wasn't muscle
per say, he looked good; not overweight at all.  Just not toned and buffed
up.  He looked very all "American kid next door".  He had an amazing smile,
the kind where he always looked like he had a grin on his face and blue
eyes that made me melt.  He filled out his jeans well.  I would always
sneak a glance to try and figure out what he was packing.  It looked like a
lot.  I would bump into him a lot...covertly try to cop a feel here and
there and laugh it off.  He would do it to me too.  It was kind of a game
for him.  To me it was jack off material.

So I did what most confused, horny 15 year olds would do.  I kept close to
him.  We became fast friends and on the shifts we worked together we
typically carried that into hanging out after work too.  I loved those
nights.  The town seemed empty and deserted while we rode our bikes in the
darkness.  It was like we owned the town.  Some nights instead of going
home, we would ride right down the middle of the main street through town
never passing another person and make random detours just to enjoy the
feeling of freedom. It was fun.  Ron was fun.  It didn't require much for
one of us to get the other riled up and laughing, or to make something
mundane into an all out competition.  As the summer progressed, we grew
closer and closer.

With regards to my other, non-burger life, the nights we worked together
were easy.  My best friend Jeff was out with whatever girl his dick pointed
him too that week.  During the day Jeff, our group and I still hung out.
But slowly nights were becoming all about Ron.  Lots of times if I didn't
have to work the evening shift, I would find myself riding up to the burger
place and hanging out with Ron until he finished his closing
responsibilities.  He did the same.  I was there because he was interesting
to me and he made me smile (and horny).  I think he did it because he
really didn't have anybody to hang out with (I'd like to think I made him
horny too...!).  Moving during the summer before school starts is tough.
He really didn't have a lot of friends.  My friends made him feel welcome,
but you get it; strange place, no real connection to anybody and his dad
worked non-stop.  Like seriously non stop.  I rarely saw the man.  Frankly
when Ron would make a new acquaintance, I would get a pang of jealousy.  I
wanted him for myself.  Unfair I know, but I was 15 and falling for him.

After a few weeks, at my prompting, most nights we worked together Ron
would stay over at my house.  We had fun at work and would continue that
into the evening.  I don't think his dad minded.  Ron was making friend's.
His dad, what little I saw of him, seemed pleased and was always warm and
welcoming when I did see him.

My room was basically a dormer over the garage of the house, so you had to
be intent on going to my room to get there.  You couldn't just walk past.
It was somewhat like having your own apartment.  There was an entrance from
the garage as well as from inside the house, but it was a long twisted
corridor to get there.  I think it had once been used as servants quarters.
Not by my parents.  No.  My dad was much too practical for hiring help when
he had boys capable of anything that required attention at the house.  My
room was isolated enough that we could listen to the music, watch TV,
wrestle around or just be 15 and nobody would hear.  I had a bathroom and
large open bedroom that I think was a living room at one time.  I used the
small "bedroom" as my personal junk room and kept the door closed most of
the time.  I gathered a few of my first paychecks that summer and I bought
a water bed.  It was HUGE!  It had a heater and at night in a drafty 1800's
house, it kept me nice and warm.  It was also roomy enough that two, maybe
three could sleep in it and not be crammed.

Many nights Ron and I would get back to my house, put the bikes in the
garage, careful not to touch my parents cars, and head up to my room
without ever seeing a sole.  I felt very independent and loved it.  I was a
good kid and my parents, while strict, trusted me.  We were raised to be
adults and were given those freedoms until there was a reason to take them
away.

Ron was kind of shy around people he didn't know, but once you got him to
open up, he was a blast! and just as crazy as any other 15 year old.  Our
house was on the lake and my room had windows on all sides, I could sneak
out onto the roof of the main house through one of the windows in my room.
Many nights Ron and I would be on top of the roof of my house in just our
underwear laughing or having conversations beyond our years (so we thought)
until we were too tired to prop ourselves up on the dangerous slope any
more.  It seemed daring at the time and in reality it was.  Maybe dumb, but
to a 15 year old being three stories up in the middle of the night was
cool!  One time my mom came out in the back yard late at night and shined a
flash light on us.  Two boys, in their underwear, laughing and trying to
sush the other.  Yeah, I got in trouble for that one.  But she knew we were
only being 15.  No real harm done.  I don't think she told my dad.  Just a
promise not to do it again and we were good.

I have an older brother.  5 years and one month older to be exact.  He
moved out while in college and didn't come home during the summer except
for an occasional weekend.  He was shacking up with some random he met at
school for the summer.  Being 15 of course I snooped around to see what he
left when he went away to school, and man... I hit the jackpot!  I found
a box behind a bunch of clothing he left behind.  PORN.  Tons of it.  All
straight, but at a confused 15 that didn't matter.  It was porn!  I didn't
take it all.  Only a few movies at a time.  I mean honestly what would he
say when he came home some rare weekend and discovered a movie or two
missing..."Mom, Jimmy took my porn!"  No that wasn't going to happen and
I knew it.  So yeah, I had porn.  There was other stuff there too.
Condoms, lube, magazines, a few things I had no idea what you would do
with.  But I knew it was all for sex.  SEX!

As Ron and I got closer and he would sleep over at my house more and more,
I guess he became more comfortable too.  We would take turns showering
after work in my room and although I never saw him in more than his
underwear that gave me enough to jack off to when I was alone.  At 15, I
could bust three loads in a row without loosing my hard on.  It took at lot
of will power not to bust a nut while in the shower when Ron was sleeping
over.  Sometimes I did it.  If Ron took a shower first sometimes I would
jack off thinking about him being naked in the same space I was now
standing.  Sometimes he would take long showers too...

One night while I was in the shower and Ron was hanging out in my room
waiting for his turn, I guess he decided to snoop a little and discovered
my stash.  Well, it really only was a couple of movies, but he was
fascinated.  Apparently he had never really seen much porn and just the
boxes sent him off.  I got out of the shower wrapped in a towel with my
underwear on underneath and walked out to see Ron had a shit eating grin on
his face while he held up those three DVD cases.  "hahaha, you discovered
my stash."  I laughed nervously.  I had found a playgirl magazine once (not
in my brothers room!) and had it with my stash too.  I guess that was a
little more hidden or Ron never mentioned it, if he saw it.  I doubt he
did.  It was pretty well out of the way hidden in a different but close
place.

"Dude!  Where did you get these?" Ron asked.  "Snagged them from my
brother.  He's got a whole box of this stuff!" I said.  "Really??  Can we
watch it??"  Ron asked.

Crap.  Not sure what to do.  Play it straight... I don't want my new
buddy to thing odd of me and I knew what two 15 year olds with porn would
get up to... or at least what I wanted to get up too and at this point I
really hadn't figured Ron out.  Not a lot of discussion about girls or sex
unlike the rest of my horny friends.

"Naw man, I'm tired.  Lets just watch the TV and hit the sack" I told him.
He looked like I just stole his puppy dog.

So we climbed into my bed.  Him on one side, me on the other, both of us
face down and turned on the TV for background noise and talked.  Ron had
lots of questions about the porn.  I got hard.  I tried to steer the
conversation away from the DVD's and their libidinous contents.  It
worked... slowly.  I was hard as a rock but eventually we drifted off and
the topic was forgotten.

While I had fooled around with a couple of guys on the swim team at the
pre-meet shaving parties, that seemed... acceptable.  That's just what
happened at those things.  Yeah I jacked off thinking about guys, but I
didn't want my secret exposed.  Especially to Ron.  I didn't want him
running off yelling "FAG" or outing me to anybody.  It would ruin me.  My
friends would run!  Everything I knew would be gone.  So I played the
straight guy.  The "I can't find the right girl" straight guy.  And that
was fine by me.

Waking up with Ron was always a treat.  Most mornings I would open one eye
and he would be wide awake smiling.  "You snore!" he would say and laugh
with his back propped up on the headboard, remote in his hand watching
whatever comes on before noon in the summer.  I don't know how he did it
but he always looked so cheerful and alive when he got up in the morning.
I was like a zombie.  A zombie willing his hard-on to go away so he could
get out of bed and not have Ron see my dick point the way to the bathroom.
He must have always woken up early and taken care of that, cause he never
seemed to have the issue.

A few nights later we were both scheduled to work until close.  It sucked,
but I would get to hang with Ron that night.  When we would close it was
two people and the owner so Ron and I would pal around and play while the
owner would be in his office.  Of course we had to make the place clean and
put away at the end of the night, but if Ron was there I didn't mind how
long it took.  I don't think he did either.  We would joke and talk about
all the worlds problems while we mopped the floors or cleaned the walk in
refrigerator.  Some nights it would be a race.  Others it was just
comfortable and relaxed.

Over those past few days Ron would drop small comments about the porn he
found... "What's it like?  Any hot chicks?  Anything kinky?  Like
what?..."  not all rapid succession, but definite interest.  I would answer
him, but tried to keep it cool.  This was my spank material and I was 15
damn it!  Somewhat embarrassing!

We closed the place and jumped on our bikes heading towards my house.  Ron
was ahead, which was fine by me.  Seeing that denim covered butt was all I
needed for the moment.

"Dare you to moon the convenience store chick... show her your skinny
butt!" Ron said.  OK, that was out of left field, because while we horsed
around, we typically didn't do that sort of thing, and nudity was never a
topic.  We would wrestle around on my bedroom floor coping feels of each
other, but not obvious ones.  An arm across his crotch.  His hand grabbing
below my balls and onto my ass.  Kid stuff.  We were always careful never
to reveal ourselves in less than our underwear, which didn't leave much to
imagine, but still it wasn't total nudity.

I let the comment go and just kept riding.  We made it back to my house,
parking the bikes so my dad didn't have to move them in the morning (I hate
being woken up at 6 am in the summer and made to move bikes.  Made that
mistake once and frankly my dad totally could have steered around
them.... life lessons) So more like "I" didn't have to move the bikes in
the morning.

Upstairs we went.  Ron decided he was going to grab a shower first tonight.
That was fine.  I headed down to the kitchen and grabbed some sodas just in
time to see Ron coming out of the bathroom in his towel.

"Have any underwear I can borrow?"  Ron asked.  Not a new statement.  While
bigger than me, we both wore boxers and had gotten to a level of sharing
clothes if we didn't swing by Rons house on the way back to mine.
Basically just to rid ourselves of the stink of grease and onions.  Didn't
really seem like that big of a deal to either of us.  I guess being on the
swim team and swapping Speedos with guys numbed me to the idea of another
guy using my stuff.

"Don't spunk them up" I teased him.

"OK, when I spunk I'll aim it at you!" Ron said.  Wow.  We had never talked
to each other like that before.  I was mildly starting to bone.  The
thought of Ron spraying his load on me was HOT.

I threw him a pair and started stripping myself.  I got down to my
underwear and closed the bathroom door.  I was sporting a semi and was
thinking about Ron in this room just a minute ago totally naked.  I was
sporting more than a semi now.  Got in the shower and turned on cold.  I
needed to relax this bone a little and didn't want Ron to think I was
jerking.  So I made it quick.  Something about the tone of the, albeit
minimal, sexual comments tonight put me a little on the edge.  The edge of
horniness.

Finished, I opened the door and Ron was smiling at me.  "Got another pair?"
he asked.

"Huh?"  "I spunked these!" hahahaha Ron grinned and laughed.  15 year old
humor.  "hahahaha...tough, sleep in your sticky spunk.  Wanna go on the
roof tonight?" I asked wondering if we would venture out to our "secret"
spot to stare at the world below and ponder life's problems.

"No, lets head to bed" Ron said.

So to bed we went.  Ron on his side, me on mine.  The TV on and we were
both propped on the headboard.  We made small talk and just chatted about
whatever 15 year olds talk about.  It had been about a half an hour and we
were quieting down when Ron turned to look at me with a sad face and said
"please jimmy??  Just a little porn tonight??  I already picked the one I
want to watch while you were in the shower..."

I knew that if we watched a porn, I was going to throw wood.  Christ I was
already throwing wood at the thought of throwing wood.  I also knew what a
possible outcome would be of two 15 year olds with a forbidden gem like
porn could lead to.  I just feared the rejection if it went too far...

"Nah man, lets just go to sleep" I mumbled.  Ron got up and went across the
room to my desk.  He opened the top drawer and pulled out a DVD.

"See!  I want to watch this one!" he said as he held up a DVD case with
pictures of dicks and boobs all over it.  He wasn't letting go.

"Dude... let's just go to bed.  I'm tired! Yawn" OK.  I was tired, but
now wide awake.  I was so horny.  But this was different.  This wasn't a
swim team meeting, locked in a bathroom with a teammate handling your junk
and shaving your speedo line.  It just wasn't the norm that I was used to.
See at the shaving parties, I learned it was just kind of the norm to throw
wood.  Some guys would help you out, others would just ignore it.  But
nobody got ribbed because of it.  Well, everybody got ribbed for it, but it
was ok.  It was just the way it was.  This was different.  This was someone
I really wanted and wanted to be with.  I really liked Ron and I didn't
want him to think less of me.  15 year old mentality I know.  But no less
significant regardless of the age.

"Jimmy, Pleeeeaaase?" reddish curly hair, big blue eye naked to the waist
and the smell of cocoanut shampoo.  "Ok" I gave in.  What's the worst that
could happen.  We watch a scene or two and throw wood, but hide under the
covers and pretend we weren't hard as nails and then we would fall asleep.
It was just something to do while we fell asleep right?

"Awesome!!!" Ron headed to the DVD player.  His, (my) boxers a little
fuller than before, but not obscene.  If I hadn't starred at the bulge so
many times by now, I honestly wouldn't have known the difference.  Since
they were my boxers they were a little tight on Ron, but again, in the
short time I knew Ron, I knew that bulge by heart, so I knew he wasn't in
the same state of arousal that I had already reached but he was on his way.
In my head I was saying "Make it go down jimmy, dead puppies jimmy, French
kissing grandma jimmy" where the hell did that come from.  Yuk.  But it
seemed to work.  By this time Ron was back in bed, covers over his bulge
and up to his stomach.  Lights off and... "action!"  with remote in Ron's
hand the movie started.

Total silence.  We watched with wide eyes.  I knew the scene.  I had
watched it many times... only alone.  Not with this gorgeous guy a foot
away from me.  I didn't want to make a move.  Waterbed remember.  It
transmits any movement and I didn't want Ron to think I was up to something
under the covers.  I think I watched Ron out of the corner of my eye more
than I watched the movie.  A sign.  Any sign.  I just wanted to see a
little movement under the sheets to show me he was as hard and aroused as I
was.  Maybe a reaction to what was being displayed.  Any sign.  Something
that would tell me he was like me.


I did notice that on occasion Ron would look my way, straight at me.  What
was he looking for?  Did he want to see if I was hard?  Did he want me?
Was he just looking to see if I was watching or if I had fallen asleep?
(Not a chance!!!)  I took that as a sign to look at him once in a while and
he started meeting my gaze and would just smile back "This is Awesome
Jimmy!"  he broke the ice.  God the tension was so thick.  At least I
thought it was.  For all I knew he was just getting a laugh that grin never
leaving his face.

"It is?!?" I stammered.

"yeah... it is..." Ron replied.

Silence.  That's what it was.  I think we were both trying to figure out
what was in the others head.

We watched a few scenes and I finally started feeling tired.  Regardless of
the copious loads of cum, tits and ass, we were awake, but tired.  We
worked until close, rode around town and I think the tension of what we
were doing made us both tired.

"Lets call it a night huh?" I said.

"OK" Ron surprised me by saying.  I thought it would be a fight.  My dick
was leaking and I was frozen in place.  My leg crooked at the knee to hide
my hard 7 inches.  Ron's was too.  I think he had the same issue.

So Ron used the remote and shut off the DVD.  "That was amazing..." Ron
said.

"Yeah, it's pretty hot!" I replied.

"We so have to do this again" Ron said.

"Sure" I mumbled.  I honestly didn't know if I could.  I mean holy crap.  I
know I am having a wet dream tonight.  I am going to be awake all night
just to make sure I don't accidently hump his leg like a dog in my sleep.

I rolled over.  Careful to subtly adjust my stump.  Ron did the same.
Heads on pillows, he was looking at me and I was looking at him.  Although
the room was dark, the windows let in enough moonlight that we could see
each others eyes.  Damn it was quiet.  I was scared to speak and frankly
after watching all those hard dicks I don't know what I would have talked
about.  I only had one thing on my mind.  Ron's hard dick.

"I dare you to go on the roof naked" Ron said.

"Huh?" was all I could get out.  "I DARE you to go out to the roof and get
naked" Ron reiterated.  "Serious?"  "Yeah I'm serious!  Come on Jimmy, it
would be hilarious!"  "BUT what if I get caught?"  "By who?  Your mom?
Someone looking at your roof at 1 in the morning from across the lake?
Nobody is going to see!" Ron said.

OK, I am all about this game.  It's on.  As I explained Ron and I were a
little competitive.  And if in turn I get to see Ron naked... it's a win
win!  So I got out of bed.  Facing away from Ron so he couldn't see my
somewhat softer dick (nerves) and to the window I went.

"Naked!" Ron said a little louder than I would have liked.  "I will!  Let
me get on the roof first" I climbed out onto the main house roof, pulled my
underwear off and threw it back into my room.  I heard Ron laughing.
"Shit!  You did it!" Ron softly yelled.  "You dared me!" I whisper yelled
back.  This was the last thing I needed my mom to come out and shine a
flashlight on.  I could explain being on the roof, I mean I am pretty sure
even though were we warned, she knew we still went out there.  But naked?
And I mean butt naked sporting a semi!  I climbed back into my room.  I
suddenly realized Ron was seeing me.  All of me.  The room was dark, but I
am sure his eyes had adjusted by now.  He was still in bed, laughing away.
I noticed that the sheets were pulled down a bit from when I exited.  Did
he get out and watch me?  I was still a little stiff.  Not hard.  Not even
really enough to notice unless you had seen me soft before.  But thick.
You know, that pre-hard-on thickness.  Ron was laughing.  Giggling.  God he
was so cute.  I held my hand in front of my dick and reached down for my
underwear, pulling them back up one leg at a time trying to maintain some
level of modesty.  I high jumped back into bed causing Ron's side to fly in
the air.  In that briefest of seconds I saw that Ron was hard.  The sheets
tangled on his hard dick as his hands braced himself from the unexpected
motion of the bed.  "There I did it!" I smiled.  I was once again face down
on the bed.  Ron was too. Ron adjusted and I felt his foot touch mine.
Hhhmm.  What's this about?  I didn't move away.  Neither did he.  So there
we laid.  Staring into each others eyes.  Feet touching.

Not to be outdone I had been thinking the whole time... "I dare you to
take off your underwear and do ten jumping jacks in the middle of the room"
I threw it out there.  Ron reached over the side of the bed and threw his
underwear that he had worn all day at my face.  Grease, onions a little
piss and Ron.  Fuck.  They smelled good.  Then he got out and started doing
jumping jacks still in the underwear I loaned him earlier.

"No fair" I said.  "that's a foul, and in dare's you just bought a two dare
penalty!"  "You said take off my underwear...meaning mine, not yours!" he
grinned.  I knew he was just trying to be a goof.  I starred at his dick
bouncing in time with his jumping jacks.  The bulge I knew so well was
definitely larger.  I could make out the head and shaft of his cock with
each upward jump.  It was growing... Ron stopped and started to climb
into bed.  "Not so fast!" I whisper yelled.  "You got two dares for that!"
Ron was grinning and he laid back down, but this time on top of the sheets.
Yeah, he definitely had a larger bulge than when we started out tonight.

Now I had to think.  I wasn't really thinking about this truth or dare game
before it started and had already came up with one.  "I dare you to get
NAKED and climb on the roof and jack off for one minute!"  There.  I put it
out there.  Test the waters.  Ron smiled big.  He stood up, walked around
the bed and towards the open window.  He turned at the waist to look at me,
hooked his thumbs in the sides of the boxers and down they went.  He locked
eyes with me while he bent all the way over showing me his slightly hairy
white ass.  I dropped the eye contact.  I couldn't help it.  I have been
starring at that ass for weeks imagining what it looked like.  Dreaming
about what I would do with it. (frankly I didn't know what I would do with
it.  My guy on guy contact was limited to clumsy jack offs, but I knew I
wanted to do something with Ron's ass)

"Like it?" Ron said.  I just gulped not saying a word.  I watched as Ron
reached his leg up to get to the window ledge, his body silhouetted by the
moon light, I could see his balls hanging in their sack and the tip of his
dickhead as his body turned.  Yeah.  He was hard.  Rock hard.

Like I said, I've seen some hard dicks before.  In the moonlight, Ron
looked like he was about 6 and a half inches.  Big balls.  Very big balls.
His dickhead looked round.  Almost like a ball on the end of a stick.

"Jimmy!" I snapped back to reality as Ron whispered "are you timing me?"

I was too lost in the moment to keep track of time.  It could have been an
hour.  It could have been a minute.  I was still etching my brief glimpse
of Ron's dick into my brain.

"Yeah" I replied.  "I think it's been a minute"

Ron's leg began to emerge in through the window.  As he got further in, his
proud dick, big balls and full bush was pointed straight at me.  God, he
was so hot.  Just proportioned right.  His dick matched him.  A little
overweight in all the right places. Ron was hot.

"I was almost going to jizz!" Ron smiled.  "Good thing time was up!
Explain those stains to your mom!"

Damn right good thing time was up.  If Ron was going to cum, I want to see
it.  Taste it would be better!  I hadn't done that yet, but I knew I wanted
too.

"Well, you're not done yet.  Remember, double dare!  You cheated on the
first one!" I reminded him.  Ron was pulling his (my) underwear over his
engorged fat dick.  I was never going to wash those again.  Now what do I
make him do??  Ron was climbing back into the bed.  This time it was my
turn to go flying as he jumped and put all his weight into the waving
mattress.  The sheet fell back and my tented underwear was full on display.
I just let it go.  I left the sheet off me.  He's seen my tent.  I'd seen
his dick.  We were both hard.  Why bother to hide it at this point.  We
laid still for a minute.  Ron's foot touched mine again.  This time I knew
it was on purpose.  I rubbed up and down his foot.  He did the same back to
me.  We foot wrestled for a minute before I blurted out "fuck the mattress
for one minute!"  It was the only thing I could think of.  Not really
thinking through the implications of the waves, but still, it would be hot
to watch his ass pump into the air.  Ron turned over.  What I didn't
expect, nor did I include in my dare, Ron pulled down his underwear as he
lay face down adjusting his dick into a comfortable position.  He started
thrusting, slow measured pumping into the mattress.  His ass was everything
I thought it would be.  I watched his ass cheeks flex and dimple as he
ground his dick into the bed.  The waves, while annoying, suddenly became
erotic as my mind processed their origin.  I could totally now see the
benefits of a waterbed when it came to fucking.  Fucking?  Would I fuck Ron
in the ass?  Would I let Ron fuck me in the ass?  I guess I had thought
about it before, but seeing the simulated sex in front of me made me
realize this was something I wanted.  Something I wanted with Ron.  Either
way, receiving or giving, I wanted to be intimate with Ron and I grasped
the reality that meant more than seeing each other naked or jacking off
together.  An image of sinking myself inside of Ron's dimpled ass was
ruling my brain.  What would it feel like?  Would it be dirty?  What would
it be like to have Ron inside of my ass? Would he shoot his cum in me? What
would happen if he did?

Ron was really getting into it.  I could hear his breathing and it was in
time with his thrusts.  I think my breathing was in time with his thrusts!
As I watched his ass undulate I briefly looked up and met his eyes starring
at me.  I'm sure I blushed.  If it hadn't been for the moonlight, I am sure
my face could have lit up the room.

"jimmy..." Ron whispered.

Caught in the moment I mumbled a weak "yeah?"

"This feels... so... ... good" Ron said without breaking eye contact.
As Ron said this he moved his foot over to touch mine again.  I was
leaking.  No doubt.  I think my boxers were translucent at this point.  If
I had cum in them twice I don't think they would be that wet.  He just
continued starring into my eyes, rubbing my foot with his.  I was rocking
from the bed in time with his thrusts imagining what he would feel like on
top of me.  Inside me.  Emptying himself into me.

All too soon Ron turned back over.  His hard six and a half straight up
with a little curve to the right at the head.  That dick head.  It was so
big.  Not that the shaft was small, but the head made it look like a scoop
of ice cream on a popsicle stick.  I couldn't get the thought from my mind
of that big dickhead inside me.  In my mouth... in my ass... anywhere
Ron wanted to put it I would let him...

Ron smiled and looked at my tent.  "Somebody enjoyed the show!" he said.
Then he did something amazing.  Unexpected.  Hot!  Gay.  He reached down to
my soaked boxers and squeezed my aching dick.  Just for a second, then he
batted at it hard like it was a toy!

"Ouch!" I more than whispered.  Good thing we were so far from the rest of
my family.  Surely anybody awake would have heard that.  He started
laughing.  It was his way of breaking the ice.  It did.  It brought me out
of my trance and thoughts of lust.  I reached over and grabbed his nipple
and squeezed.

"AAARRRGGHHH!" he yelled.

"SUSHHH!  You're going to wake my folks!" I went back to the whisper.

"Jimmy's turn...." Ron said.  "Hmmm lets see... You've seen me naked.
You've watched me fuck the mattress... what's Jimmy going to have to
do...?"

At that point I didn't care.  I would have done anything he wanted.
Anything.

"I dare you too... take off your underwear and use them to stroke your
dick for one minute" Ron anteed.

No big DEAL!  I was ALL in.  I whipped those boxers down, let my dick
spring out and lay back so Ron could see me and what I had.  I watched his
eyes run down my six foot, 165 pound long swimmers build down to my cropped
bush and hard 7 inches.  I wrapped my dick in my boxers and started
pumping.  Slow.  I was ready to bust but I wanted this game to continue.

Something I noticed about Ron... This whole time Ron never lost that
boyish smile on his face.  Like it was all just kid fun to him.  But now,
now that I am laying naked next to him, stroking my dick, while his
remained pointed at the ceiling with a slight curve, the look on his face
changed.  It wasn't kid fun anymore.  He looked serious.  Deep in thought.
Taking it all in.  It was, at that young age, a moment of recognition.  Ron
was admiring me, wanting me.  I could tell.  In all of the shaving party
fumbles, those were just games.  "hahaha.  Jimmy creamed after six strokes
hahaha.  Yeah, well teddy creamed after two hahaha" but this... No; this
was different.  This was deep.  Ron wanted me and I could see it.  I hoped
that he could see it in my eyes too.

"How long has it been Ron?" I spoke.  So soft, only two people being
intimate with each other could hear.

"umm" Ron swallowed for a second, clearing something caught in his
throat. "It's been about a minute..."

I didn't stop.  I got rid of the boxers, but I kept my hand pumping.  Slow,
careful to avoid that ridge around the head, I was on edge but I didn't
want to stop.  Ron apparently was engrossed by what he saw and realized I
was thinking and feeling what he was and reached down to his dick.  He
started to slowly pump his fist around that baseball of a dickhead he had.
It wasn't a game anymore.

I felt his foot again.  I guess that was safe to him at this point.  I
hadn't rebuffed Ron when he did it a bit ago and even reciprocated.  His
foot slowly traveled up my leg a bit to my calf.  He was testing the waters
and my lack of denial allowed him to feel safe enough to travel further.

"Your turn..." I hoarsely whispered.  "I dare you to touch my dick..."
without hesitation Ron stopped stroking his and reached over to grasp mine
in his hand.  His eyes locked onto mine to gauge my reaction.  His touch
was firm but gentle.  It was amazing.  Nothing like the shave parties.
Those were nothing but tugs to see how fast you could get the guy to cum.
This, this was different.  This was exploring.  This was intimacy.  This
was sharing something with a friend so special.  So private.
So...together.

With his other hand Ron reached over and stroked my stomach.  Just feeling
my abs.  (swimming did me well) occasionally reaching down into my
shortened bush.  It was so erotic.  I wanted to cum.  I want to spray my
cum all over.  I didn't care where it landed, I just wanted to cum.  No I
didn't.  I wanted to make this last all night.

I didn't need a dare for my next turn.  I reached over and felt Ron.  I
felt that pole straining for my attention.  My other hand held his balls
with a finger reached down towards his taint.  I stroked him from the base
of his shaft up.  I loved the way his dickhead pointed slightly to the
side.  I ran my finger around the ridge over the top and felt the stream of
precum running down the side.  That dickhead.  The slit so deep.
So...pronounced.  It was sticky wet and hot a pool of precum gathered.
His dick was hot.  Hot like... on fire hot.  Ron drew in his breath as I
touched him.  I don't know if anyone had ever touched him in this most
intimate private ways.  But I was now and Ron was straining to feel every
touch while etching each second of this into his brain.

I felt Ron's leg shift and his weight start to lean over me.  He was moving
himself closer, his knee near my ball sack.  He propped himself onto one
arm, the other not letting go of his new found toy, and I felt his body
envelop me.  It was like Ron needed to make sure anywhere our skin could
possibly touch was connected.

"Jimmy..." Ron whispered "Jimmy... can I?..."  what?  What?  Say it
Ron!  His face so close to mine I could feel him breath and exhale on my
face.  "Can I...?"

I didn't wait.  I bridged the gap.  I pulled my head up and connected my
lips to his.  Tentatively at first, just a soft touch that slowly building
into a kiss of old friends but new found lovers.  At that very moment Ron
exhaled into my mouth as our lips stayed connected.  I felt Ron's body go
limp and fall on top of me, no longer holding himself back .  Our tongues
teasing each other.  Hands feeling each other.  His rock hard dick pushing
against mine.  Our kissing and touching was clumsy at times, but deliberate
none the less.  My first real kiss and it began a night of the most
intimate acts of my young life.

We were still awake when we heard my dad open the garage door below us and
start his car on his way to the office.  We shared small talk of our
feelings towards each other amidst giggles, laughs and kisses.  Ron and I
shared something that summer that has for me, lasted to this day.  It was a
first for both of us in regards to intimacy.  You always remember your
first young love.  And Ron is mine.

Jim Shorts.